Page 91 of Royal Sons MC

The breath froze in his lungs as he got his first glimpse of her full breasts encased in lace. “Shit,” he said. Lifting his arms behind his head, he pulled his T-shirt off, dropping it next to his feet.

“That’s so sexy,” she whispered.

King looked down at the floor, then at her. “What?”

She pointed toward his chest, her eyes flying to the top he’d dropped on the floor. “How men do that.”

“That’s a rule of mine, too. You don’t speak of other men to me, either. In fact, I will pretend you’ve never been with another besides me.” He pointed toward her chest. “Take that off. Let me see what your nipples look like.”

“Okay, let me just say, that totally turns me on. Which it shouldn’t.” Her hands went to the clasp between her breasts.

King waited, his hands itching to remove the black lace she was taking way too long to remove herself. Once the cups fell to the side, she shrugged her shoulders, making the bra drop onto the bed. “Shit, berry red. I knew they would be.” He placed one knee on the bed, the other moving until he knelt before her. “Seems a shame I haven’t kissed you properly yet.”

She nodded. “Yeah, you should fix that.”

He chuckled, palming the back of her head. As he bent to seal their lips, he kept his eyes open, wanting to watch her expression. His other hand went to her chest, molding one firm mound. He took the moan she made into his mouth. If asked, he couldn’t count the number of women he’d been with, yet none compared to the one before him.

His tongue slid inside, running along the roof of her mouth. Releasing her breast, he pulled her closer to him and felt her...skin on skin. Fuuuckk, she was like silk.

He worked her pants off, thinking of nothing but getting her naked. Her slim hand went to his waist, clumsily trying to unsnap his denim. “I got it,” he growled when she fumbled. His dick was so hard the head was poking out of the top.

“Dang, how did I miss that?” Her finger touched the tip, running across the head and making him shudder.

“You stared at him enough. I don’t know how you missed it either.” He sighed when the zipper came undone, giving him some much-needed room. “Hold that thought,” he told her, scooting back and off the bed. He kicked out of his jeans and opened the side table, getting out a condom and placing it on the top.

Ayesha eyed it and then him. “Wow! That’s a...I’m not so sure about that, big guy.” She pointed at his cock.

King wrapped his fist around his shaft, pumping it up and down. “I like the way you’re looking at me. Lie back. Let me look at you.” He raised one brow when she didn’t immediately comply. “Rule number one, baby. You remember my rules, don’t you?”

She licked her lips, nodding. Her gaze jumped behind her. “Should we pull the covers off?”

He smiled. “Ah, thinking about the mess we’re gonna make?” King walked to the head of the bed, his dick bobbing with each step. “You gonna help?”

His sexy Little Dove crawled up to the top of the bed, giving him a perfect view of her peach-shaped ass. Damn, she was built like a pocket Venus. Lush and curvy. Together, they folded his comforter down, placing it on the chest at the end of his bed. “Better?” he asked, raising one brow.

Ayesha hurriedly lay back in the middle of the bed, fanning her hair out. He watched as she placed herself in such a way that she almost looked like a sacrificial virgin with her legs crossed at the ankles and her arms folded over her stomach. She made the sexiest damn picture. He itched to pick up his phone and take a snapshot to look at it anytime he wanted. “I want to photograph you just like that. I could take my phone out anytime and look at it.”

“Oh, I’d be like your personal spank bank material?” She shivered, but her voice was husky.

“You’re already my personal jackoff material. I have an amazing memory but seeing you like that gives me all kinds of ideas.” He grabbed his dick, squeezing a little harder near his balls.

King got on the bed, taking her legs in his hands, and moving them apart to make room for himself. “Put your hands above your head on the pillow. Don’t move them, no matter what I do,” he ordered her. If he had to, he’d tie her up. Actually, he wanted to do that and would, but first, he wanted to see how well she did with him just telling her.

It took her seconds, but finally, her arms lifted. Her eyes shone with need. “What now?”

“Now, you let me enjoy you.” With the back of his hands, he trailed them up the insides of her thighs but didn’t touch her pussy. “I like this.” He ran the tips of his fingers over the top of her bare mound.

“One of the perks of my salon.” She squirmed beneath him.

He continued sliding his fingertips over her skin until reaching her breast. Those perfect berry-tipped nipples were so hard and begging for attention.

Ayesha gasped as he pinched both little buds between his fingers. The urge to see how she’d react with little jeweled clamps on them rode him. His cock was so hard, so achingly hard it was demanding he slide inside her, but King pushed his need back. Usually, if he got off first, which often happened since blowjobs were a favorite of his, King made sure the woman was pleasured multiple times before fucking her. Now, with Ayesha, he wasn’t thinking of anything but learning her, seeing her face when she came around his finger, his tongue, his cock.

“I’m going to fuck these,” he said, pulling on her nipples and making her back arch up off the bed. “I’m going to straddle your chest and slide my cock between them, and while I do that, I’ll hold your head up so you can lick my dick with every thrust.” His dick jerked at the image he created.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her legs shifted restlessly.

King looked between her thighs. “Ah, you like that.” He released her breast, moving his hands back down to her thighs, using his thumbs to spread her pussy lips apart. “You’re so wet.” Back and forth, he glided one thumb through her slickness.

---